~Humming birds Poem~

Humming-bird I can imagine, in some other world Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed, Humming-birds races down the avenues Before everything had a soul, While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate, This little bit chipped off in brilliance And then went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems. I believe there were no flowers then, In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation. I believed he pierced the vegetable veins with his long beak. Probably he was big As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big. Probably he was jabbing, terrifying monster. We look through him the wrong end of the telescope of Time, Luckily for us. --D.H. Lawrence